by Alexis Angel
Take a dick in each hand, more likely than not.
But they’re stronger than I am. Infinitely stronger.
They hold me tight.
“You’re fucking hot, Kara. You have nothing to hide here,” says Eric.
His words resonate with me. I haven’t really…revealed myself to anyone since I lost the weight. I just don’t know how to explain the stretch marks or slightly loose skin.
You don’t lose as much weight as I do and immediately go pose for Playboy. The body remembers, and I haven’t yet learned how to bear my scars with pride.
But then, before I can lose myself in Eric’s flattery, suddenly it hits me.
“What are you doing in here?” I ask. “This is the women’s locker room. You two really shouldn’t be here. What if someone else walks in?”
“It’s kind of hilarious, actually,” answers Chase. He doesn’t take his eyes off my body as he talks. I don’t think I want him to. “This is the men’s locker room. We let you just waltz in here because we figured you’d catch on eventually.”
“And when we heard you screaming our names with that slutty little mouth of yours…we really couldn’t resist coming in to see what was going on,” adds Eric with a cocky smile.
“Worth it,” Chase admits, looking me up and down again. His tongue darts across his lips like he’s already imagining how I might taste.
“You’re fucking sexy, Kara. Moaning our names like that…”
“A man might get ideas.” Eric chuckles darkly.
“Two men, even.”
My face is beet red.
There’s no reversing it. They heard me. They probably saw most of it.
I masturbated to the idea of them having sex with me.
Both of them. Together.
And they fucking know it. There’s nothing here to do but own it.
“I couldn’t help myself,” I admit. I let them see my eyes travel down their bodies to their massive cocks. “You’re so fucking sexy. Both of you. Can you blame a girl for wanting it?”
Their hands are still around my arms.
They back me against the wall. Chase takes over holding me, and pins me to the wall of the shower. Eric moves in between us and kisses me passionately.
…I’ll take that as a no.
But like, okay. Is this actually happening? Because if it fucking is, I’m in heaven.
I’m in double heaven. I shudder as Eric’s tongue slips into my mouth.
I kiss him back, letting my tongue flick against his. He moves his mouth to my neck and grabs my tits as he sucks against my collarbone.
Mmmph. I let out a small, breathy moan and feel Eric’s cock throbbing against my leg.
I thrust my hips upward against him as his mouth travels down my body. He takes one breast in one hand and my nipple into his mouth. He flicks his tongue against it and sucks it, massaging my other tit.
He repeats his motions on my other breast and with each passing second, I’m more nervous and more excited at the same time for what’s to come. And where.
Chase releases my hands from his grasp and backs away for a moment. Eric scoots himself over and each of them move to either side of me. Chase kisses my neck while Eric makes out with me some more. They’re both caressing my breasts and running hands up and down my body.
I have goosebumps from their touch.
They trade places, and Chase kisses my lips as Eric’s mouth travels down my neck. He makes gentle pecks all the way down my body from my collarbone to my pussy. As Chase makes out with my face, Eric starts flicking his tongue against my swollen little clit.
I gasp with Chase in my mouth and drag my nails along the white, ceramic tiling in the shower. I lower myself just slightly and lift a leg outward to give Eric more room to work whatever magic he has going on.
I bring my leg up onto Eric’s shoulder and grab his hair and grind my pussy against his face. His breath is hot on my pussy, and it makes me ache for even more.
I moan in Chase’s mouth, and he grips onto my ass cheek and squeezes hard. I feel his hard cock pressing against my body as well.
Can this even get any better?
Eric sucks hard on my clit and slips two fingers into my pussy. I moan louder and curl my toes as his fingertips run along my G-spot.
Holy fuck.
He pushes his fingers up and down, in and out, bringing me even more pleasure. I start to whimper and shout, overwhelmed and on the verge of climax.
“Come, Kara,” Chase whispers into my ear.
I explode. I gush all over Eric’s fingers and collapse onto myself. Thank god Chase is holding me or I’d be on the floor.
Holy fucking shit. I need more.
I know exactly what I want to do. I drop down to my knees, my vision obstructed by rolling clouds of steam. All I see are two hard cocks in front of me, and that’s all I need to see.
I grip onto each of their cocks and start pumping them in my hands.
I take Chase into my mouth and hear him gasp at my tongue swirling around the head of his cock as I create suction between his dick and my mouth. I bob my head on him, back and forth, as I twist my hand around Eric’s cock.
I’m lifted to my feet and spun around. I throw my hands up against the wall of the shower.
“Are you ready?” asks Eric.
“God, yes!” I exclaim.
Eric takes his cock and pushes it against my pussy before sliding it inside of me. He pumps a few times, easing it in―and before I know it, it’s all the way in, buried deep inside my cunt.
I moan loud and stand up on my toes as he starts thrusting harder into me.
His hands are gripped onto my hips, and he’s pulling me against his cock as he thrusts, giving a powerful jolt of pleasure with each motion.
He grabs my waist and pulls me away from the wall. Chase’s feet come into my line of vision across the floor and stop in front of me. I lift my head slowly, and my eyes meet with his lovely cock.
I immediately lunge at it, sliding it into my mouth. I suck Chase’s cock as Eric plows into my pussy from behind. Eric grabs my hands and pulls my arms back, almost like reigns, but if reigns were meant to pile drive you harder.
I squeal with Chase’s cock in my mouth, having to push it to one side to catch an extra heavy breath as Eric fucks me hard. I yank one hand back and grip my hand around the base of Chase’s cock, and I bob against it, my lips meeting the edge of my hand.
I can tell Chase and Eric are plotting as I’m distracted by sucking cock. I’m only certain that I’m correct moments later when they decide to swap places. I’m lifted and spun around.
“Are you okay?” Chase asks, checking on me.
“Fuck yes, I am. Fuck me, Chase!” I squeal. He doesn’t even pause. His cock glides effortlessly into my pussy, lubed up from the saliva I’d just slathered on it.
I howl in delight and wiggle my ass against him, my body adjusting to his massive cock. He smacks the side of my ass and grunts.
Chase’s hand travels up my back, just feeling my body as he humps me from behind. I breathe in deep and bring Eric’s cock into my mouth. The taste of his skin and my pussy are heavenly. If I could bottle this taste and sell it, I fucking would.
Eric grabs my hair and holds my head in place as he starts thrusting into my mouth.
I’m getting fucked in the face and in the pussy at the same time—I’ve never felt like such a perfect slut in my life.
The best part is that I haven’t had to worry about my weight or my appearance this entire time. I’ve been aware of how my body is moving with theirs, and it’s not even a problem. I’m rocking every bit of my body against these guys and they’re eating up all of it.
My stretch marks don’t matter. My thighs jiggling against them are sexy, not gross. I’ve never been so liberated; so free to just be myself how I naturally am. It’s a feeling I can get used to.
As Eric pumps into my throat and Chase humps my pussy, I feel them both getting closer and closer to com
ing.
They’re grunting hard at me. Their muscles are tensing and relaxing. Their cocks are throbbing with each thrust.
I know it so well because I’m right there with them. I’m squeaking and whimpering each time they push into me. Every hump is growing more and more intense for me.
All of the build-up creates a huge wall of pleasure, and it comes crashing over me as I come all over Chase’s cock. I moan loud and grip into Eric’s legs in front of me as tightly as I can without trying to hurt him. Seconds after, I hear Eric and Chase both moan right back at me.
They each fill my holes with their own cum. My pussy pushes out Chase’s massive loads of cum as fast as they shoot in, still expelling my own cum from my body. Our cum mixes together as it runs down my legs, trickling all the way down my calves.
Eric’s cum deposits right into my throat. I feel each load spewing from the head of his cock as his shaft pulses in the opening of my throat. It’s fucking hot.
Right before he stops coming, I bring him onto my tongue. I need a taste of his cum in my mouth. I get just a few drops but that’s enough to put me over the moon.
He tastes like hot salted caramel drizzled onto a vanilla ice cream cone on a humid summer day. I’ve never had such delicious cum before. After I savor the taste for a moment, I bend down and scoop some of Chase’s cum from my thigh and lick it off of my finger.
I swirl it around in my mouth for a moment and moan a little at the taste of his, as well, some of Eric’s also still on my tongue.
Their cum is so fucking delicious.
And it’s even better when I can taste them together.
I catch my breath and look forward. I see the two of them, studying my face as the taste of their cum fades on my tongue. It was seriously so perfect that I forgot where I was for a moment.
Not that I’m really complaining.
I think I can get used to working out here.
With Chase and Eric. And cooling down with them. Getting a post-workout workout in the shower.
Yep. I can do this again.
”God…wow. Perfect way to end the day,” I say with a smile. “Thanks.”
“Pleasure was ours,” responds Chase.
“I hope you enjoyed your extra shot of protein,” Eric jokes. We all stand laughing with one another for just a moment.
The two of them step in for a hug and their arms wrap around me on either side. They hold onto me nice and tight. I’m so flabbergasted at what just happened that I almost forget I really did come in here to shower.
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry. I still need to get cleaned up,” I apologize to them.
What a weird time to bring this up. Goddammit.
Why am I so awkward?
“Let us help,” offers Eric, which is not a response I could have expected. I’m even a little confused at what he’s insinuating.
He reaches for my body wash, squeezes some into his hands, and lathers it. He rubs the soap against my body, massaging my muscles as he washes my skin. I feel goosebumps forming all over my skin at his touch.
Chase follows his lead and takes some soap and works my legs and thighs as Eric cleans my torso and my arms.
I get to work out with these guys, they give me a free protein shake, they fuck me in the shower, and now they’re massaging me and cleaning me after. I’m still waiting for when I wake up in bed with a cunt so wet I’ll need to change the sheets, because I just don’t believe it’s real.
But then they kiss me―first Eric, then Chase.
If I’m dreaming, I don’t want to wake up.
Kara
The drive home from the gym is grueling. When I showed up to Power Plus earlier, I didn’t realize just how much of a workout I was going to get.
I’m sore as hell in more ways than one, but it feels good. My muscles ache, but I’m proud of it. And my pussy…
My pussy feels better than it has in years, but I think that probably has more to do with the post-workout stretch Chase and Eric gave me in the showers than it does my newfound fitness regime.
Chase and Eric…
Just wow. At first, I found them hot but annoying, but now, I don’t even know what to think. They wore me out in the gym and in the locker room, and now I can’t get them out of my head.
One thing’s for sure, though: the incentive of seeing them again is definitely going to ensure that I’m back at the gym tomorrow. Working out has never felt so fucking fun.
I pull into my complex, gather my belongings, and start the walk to my apartment. I get to the door and remember.
Fuck. Stairs.
I feel every muscle in my legs screaming at me as I climb the staircase to my apartment. Two flights feel like four hundred. As I brave each step, I clench the rail hard―almost as hard as I dug my nails into the men I just spent the evening fucking.
When I finally reach the top, I let out a huge sigh. My core is on fire, and my legs are shaky. I collapse myself against a wall as I fumble through my purse for my keys.
I search through a couple of different pockets, and I don’t see them. Panic sets in.
Did I leave them at the gym? God, I do NOT want to deal with those stairs again!
Thank fuck, I find them. They were already in my fucking hand.
God dammit, Kara. Get your shit together.
I guess when Chase and Eric fucked my brains out…they really fucked my brains out. I normally consider myself a clever girl, but the combination of all these endorphins and billionaire dicks has made me dumb as rocks.
I shake my head to myself and take another deep breath as I insert the key into the deadbolt and twist it. CLICK.
My first sight as I enter my living room is Holly-Anne on my couch, eating the bag of potato chips I’d been hiding from myself. She’s nested herself in blankets and is petting my cat Lucy with one hand while she flips through television channels with the other.
“Hey, Lucy,” Holly-Anne giggles as her eyes flick up to me. “Look what you dragged in. Long day, Kare-bear?”
“You have no idea,” I answer with a laugh. “I went to the gym.”
“For that long? Holy shit, woman. How are you still standing?” she says as I simultaneously collapse onto the cushion next to her and let my limbs flop.
“Aaghh,” I groan.
“What’s wrong?” Holly-Anne asks, grinning to herself at my suffering like a fucking sadist.
“I’m thirsty,” I respond. I groan again as I lift myself off the couch and walk into my kitchen.
Holly-Anne narrows her eyes as she watched me lurch over to the sink.
Suddenly, it hits her.
“Kara, you absolute ho!” she blurts.
“What? What did I do?” I reply, looking down to make sure there aren’t any cum stains on my tank top as I sip on my water. I might be hiding my face from her a little…but she doesn’t need to know that.
“More like who did you do,” she says through a mouthful of chips. “Come on, Kara. It’s fucking obvious.”
I wish I could still eat like Holly-Anne sometimes. I wish I could embrace my body again the way she does. But losing the weight wasn’t just about liking my body again—it was about feeling better in my own skin.
And after the little tryst I had with Chase and Eric in the showers…
“What’s obvious?” I’m doing my best to play dumb, but right now I can’t even fight back my grin.
“You were gone for hours. Your hips are swinging like you’re Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. Your hair is wet and messy like you, I dunno, banged in a gym shower or something…plus you’re glowing like a pussy-shaped nightlight. You had sex!”
God damn her. She’s always fucking right. It’s a gift, really. Holly-Anne, detective.
After several moments of silence, I’m able to admit it. I wasn’t sure I believed it myself until now…but when Holly-Anne is right, she’s right.
“Okay, yeah. I had sex at the gym,” I agree, grabbing a scoop of cat food to refill Lucy’s bowl. I figure I�
��ll downplay it, though. No need to make a big fuss out of my steamy fuck sesh with two insanely hot, buff billionaires, right?
“It’s no big deal,” I lie.
Look, it’s not that I’m ashamed of it. Hell, I want to scream it from a mountain top. I want to yodel it through a meadow of wildflowers like I’m slutty Maria from The Sound of Porno Music.
But I need to play it cool. It’s such a new feeling—two guys at once—and I still need to process it a little bit before I start breaking into musical numbers about it.
Two guys at once. I’m not usually that kind of gal, babe! But something about their presence changed me when I was close to them.
They had me fantasizing about their buff, sweaty bodies tag-teaming me even before I saw them with their clothes off.
And once they were out of those sweaty workout clothes…I was so forward! So fucking bold! They were able to make me overcome all of my reservations and really, truly let go.
“Details, woman!” Holly-Anne demands as I stare at her, sipping my water. “You’re not getting off that easy.”
“Actually, I already did,” I say, smug as hell. “Multiple times.”
Her jaw drops. “Was he hot? Tell me he was hot.”
”Actually…” I begin, trying to figure out a way to explain that it was actually two guys. But before I can finish—
“Oh my god!” Holly-Anne squeals. “Did you fuck a girl? Dude, you had sex with a girl there?!”
“No, Holly-Anne,” I sigh. “Not a girl. But, it wasn’t just one guy…”
Her jaw drops harder.
“Gym orgy,” she whispers in awe. “Holy shit, I need a membership.”
“Two guys,” I say, dissolving into laughter. “Just two. That’s it, I swear.”
“Kara…oh my god, your first threesome.” Holly-Anne looks like a proud mother on prom night. “I need to capture this moment. Pose, bitch.”
She grabs my phone and points the camera at me, snapping a picture. Post-weight loss, post-workout, post-threesome. Once she has her shot, she waves my phone in my face for me to see.
“You need that shit on social media. Post it!” she commands.
“I do look kind of cute,” I admit with a wistful little smile. A little caught off guard, maybe, but my tits are perky, my arms look a little toned, and Holly-Anne is right—I am kind of glowing.